(feedback) "Now!"
Feel the world moving sideways, and I panic again.
Keep it all on the inside, and I walk away.
Run, run rabbit!
Gotta stay cool, gotta think twice,
God may be wrong... my hell is nice.
This constant tension, fear of flight,
Got my motorcycle to cut the night...
I pull the trigger, God is dead.
Now live in fear of myself instead.
My supple mind can only guess.
I'm moving on with no regrets.
Don't fight it, you'll learn to like it.
Just crawl inside it and learn to ride it. Ooh!
Gotta get high, I've been too low.
God may know why... I f**ing don't.
Constant tension, fear of flight,
Got my motorcycle to cut the night.
I pull the trigger, you know God is dead,
And now live in fear of the self instead.
My supple mind can only guess.
I'm moving on with no regrets.
Don't fight it, I'll learn to like it.
I'll crawl inside it and learn to ride it.
Ooh! Yeah! Yeah!
Well, I'll tell you...
I've been the Rabbit King.
I'd run from anything.
Holding on, cowering.
I've been conquering, no longer trembling,
(live: "my fear of trembling")
(This) time spent alone is empowering.
Don't fight it, I kinda like it,
And crawl inside it, and learn to ride...
Well, I used to wake up behind the wheel.
I used to hurt before I could heal.
I used to cave in to any direction.
I used to tolerate without discretion. Yeah!